Sharon's new Executive Arrangement

Sharon walked around the CEO’s desk to stand right next to the slack-jawed woman. Michelle’s chair swiveled the entire time as she maintained her glassy eyed stare on her subordinates’ chest. Sharon was smiling widely as she leaned down to cup the woman’s chin in her hand, forcing Michelle’s eyes to her own instead of the new valley of cleavage threatening to spill out of her top.

“I’m not really fired, am I?” Sharon chided, with the tone she would use to talk to a dog rather than the leader of one of the largest companies in the world.

Michelle squirmed in her seat. Her thick, creamy thighs rubbed together, bringing attention to the damp spot growing between her hips, and she hugged her arms to her chest, mashing the gravity defying milkers together and further exposing the hard nubs of her nipples pushing through her top.

“N-no, of course not,” she squealed, “I’m sure we can, like, come to an arrangement.” Gone was any sense of dignity from the once strong CEO. In their place was the weak-willed woman cumming her pants from a little attention. Sharon reveled in her ability to turn this once proud leader into her little submissive slut.

“We can forget about those complaints. It’s obvious that they’re just the misguided ravings of women that are jealous of me or men –” She looked down at the blushing and drooling mess in front of her. “And women that want to fuck me.”

Michelle stumbled over her words just to let out a slurred affirmation. Smirking at the power she held, Sharon slowly stuffed her thumb into the mouth of her boss. Michelle seemed not to know what to do with herself until Sharon began closing her mouth with the rest of her hand. Michelle began to suck without so much as a thought as her lips closed around the digit. Sharon’s other hand slid down Michelle’s neck to her bust, where she began tracing the outline of her boss’s tits lightly with her hand. The process which took much longer on the woman than it ever had before. Sharon could feel the vibrations of her intense moans that were being stuffed in her mouth. Michelle seemed to love being groped, just like Sharon herself coincidentally did. The light teasing was enough to reduce the powerful executive to Sharon’s plaything.

“Good girl,” Sharon cooed, causing Michelle to instantly spasm in her seat.

“I’m in charge here. You don’t listen to complaints, you don’t listen to any board, you listen to me.” Sharon left no room to be questioned. Michelle nodded along, her eyes unable to focus for any period of time other than to stare at Sharon’s tits or Sharon’s hands on her own, pleading for more.

“I’ll need a raise. Whatever you were making, now I do. Switch our pay to keep things between us.” Michelle nodded. “And a company car.” Nod.

“And,” Sharon trailed, pulling her hands away from the CEO’s tits. Michelle quietly mewled in protest like the pet she had become.

“Added benefits.” Sharon’s hand was back on Michelle’s tits, now roughly grabbing and squeezing instead of lightly teasing. Michelle’s moans became muffled screams as Sharon’s hand made its way to the nipples that were trying so desperately to be seen. She twisted. Michelle’s eyes rolled back in her head as she creamed herself on the spot, sinking out of her chair and to the floor. A trail of drool ran from Sharon’s hand down to her outstretched tongue and she panted.

Sharon pulled the chair away from her ‘boss’, causing the woman to fall to her hands and knees. She sat in the chair, admiring not just its **** comfort, but how ‘right’ it felt to be in it. She pulled her pants down, exposing her naked and shaven pussy to the executive office. She grabbed the head of her dazed boss and pushed it to her own exposed and dripping snatch. Dominating those in power was always such a rush. Michelle began to eagerly lap away at her subordinate’s snatch, sending ripples of pleasure to her new superior.

“Of course, we’ll need to meet more than before. Every day I’ll come to your office, and you’ll be ready for me. I’m a busy woman, so I won’t tell you when. I need you to be ready, at any time, on any day, to listen to exactly what I have to say and do exactly what I want you to do. Are you going to tell anyone about our new arrangement?”

Michelle, the hottest woman in the office, shook her head as she continued going down on her lower level manager. Sharon grabbed her head and pushed it into her own gushing cunt.

“Good girl.” And another cunt was gushing.

After 30 minutes, Carli saw Sharon leave the room, looking slightly sweaty and smelling strange.

“She must have really gotten chewed out bad,” Carli thought.

Sharon didn’t even acknowledge the assistant as she made her way to the elevator back to her own floor, feeling more empowered than ever. She had a snitch to punish.